Bleeding on the page

Bleeding on the page
My sweat pours over the lines
To find a poem I can call my own
Some kind of form and way to say
The truth as you are waiting
For a word heard from all the commotion
Occurring in the world as I see the motion
Turning for me to put it all down 
From the pen to the page
Looking better than what is in the news
As views are all distorted
I find the times define what is reported
As I listen and remember to surrender what I feel
The way to behave and what is real
The fact I act on the feelings permitted
Makes the creative energy submitted
To always conjure the words to a story
Never being worthy of glory
Only to say happiness stays
When the truth pursues the day your way
Enjoying the joy always in all ways